I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Exhaustion is the number one parenting complaint on a long list of them. It’s valid, it’s real, and it’s very old news. Oh, you’re tired? Tell me something I don’t know.
Sorry, but being tired isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion tireds! Being tired and parenting anyway!
I call it “parenting on empty.” But I should probable just call it “parenting” because we all do it. And it’s impressive AF.
I could hear them talking in the other room.
My wife’s voice was soft, nearly whispering. My son’s voice, on those rare occasions when he interjected, was uncharacteristically tentative, uncertain and wary. I stopped listening. I knew what was being discussed.
My wife has multiple sclerosis. And she was explaining it to him.
I swear in front of my kids – but not as much as Mom and Buried does! And I use too much sarcasm in front of my kids. And my cynical personality rubs off on my kids. Passing your worst habits and traits down to your children is one of the real downsides to thisRead more about Swearing and Other Bad Parenting Habits[…]
My oldest son is 8 years old, smart as a whip, sensitive like his mom and a smart-ass like his dad. He’s imaginative and excitable, he loves to read and play video games, and he hates sports.
He also has trouble focusing and sitting still, and he often has out-sized emotional reactions to minor incidents.
After years of being frustrated by what I considered his immaturity and spoiled entitlement, I now know that much of his most challenging behavior is a manifestation of his ADHD.
My instinct is to joke about it. To make fun of the whole thing, to poke fun at the people who fall for it, to bemoan the dumb victims and their bad parents.
But he whole thing is so twisted it makes my stomach churn. These are little kids.
No matter how desperately I wish it were funny, the Momo Challenge isn’t a joke. Real or not, the prospect is terrifying.